HOPE
Mar 3 2008
To the strains of music from a guitar,
My mind wanders on a journey afar.
The flights of fantasy builds some dreams,
A dream so big, a reality it seems.
White clouds, bright skies, laughter & happiness,
No room for tears, hatred, hurt or sadness.
Would there ever be a world as in my dream??
‘Must be joking’ said my mind in a scream.
As long as there lives a devil called human weakness,
You have no choice but to dwell in madness.
If envy, greed, insecurity, jealousy do stand apart,
Anger, fear, depression, all things negative depart…
Your dreams, may come alive & true,
Making your flights of fantasy a reality new.
For dreams , they know no limitations ,no boundaries,
No weaknesses or for that matter, no juries
But for now, wake up to the beat of the rain,
Listen to the music, the guitar strain
For in them flickers a light that helps carry on,
Some call it hope, some say dream on….
